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When Ella woke up the next morning, she was pretty much worn out. Roger had kept her awake the whole night, first by claiming what he called his right as a man and then by working on endlessly for some project. Sometimes in middle of the night, Ella had thought that he gone out. However, when she woke up the next morning, she had found him sleeping next to her and just assumed she had dreamed the whole thing.
Roger smiled at her, while she forced herself not to through up.
He kissed her good morning, making her body tense, while running his hand over her thigh. Ella knew what he wanted and quickly stood up, putting on her wardrobe. She heard an angry voice behind her. Roger followed her up.
"Don't be so stiff, darling," he commented as she was about to decide what dress to wear today. "It's Sunday; don't you think it would be sweet to spend the day in bed?"
Instead of answering him, Ella opened the door to call Grace, who should help her with getting dressed. Roger put on something himself, before extending the room.
While he strolled down the corridor he could hear laughing and giggling from Jack's and Rose's room.
"No…Jack…you're…"
He didn't notice Ruth standing in his way and pumped into her. From the look on her face she had heard the voices as well and clearly wasn't pleased.
"Mr Lindsay," she said politely, but with a hint of anger.
Roger recognized again that for whatever reason, she didn't really like him, but he was determined to change that. And he knew for a fact that she couldn't stand Jack Dawson either. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from inside.
"No, Jack…," followed by giggles.
Ruth's eyes flamed up in annoyance. She had educated her daughter like this. She was behaving like some common woman from the streets and this was all the fault of this boy. He was turning her into this…this…Ruth didn't even want to think about
Roger mouthed a sorry, but Ruth ignored him.
Half an hour later they found themselves at the breakfast table. Ruth glaring at a giggling Jack and Rose, who couldn't keep their eyes and especially their lips away from each other, while Lettice once more to make up a conversation and no one was listening. Ella clearly wanted to be somewhere else and Roger spoke again about his business with no one paying attention.
"Wouldn't it be nice, if you all made a stroll in the park today?" Lettice suggested yearning a cold stare from Ruth, who could really imagine something better.
Roger was nervous as he was dying of anxiousness to be alone with Rose. He needed to ask her something and he didn't need Jack to hear it too.
"Yes, why not?" he decided to support Lettice.
The others just went along with it and while Roger was loudly boasting around about the city, Jack and Rose were quietly walking behind; well Rose was, deeply in thoughts. Jack had moved his arm around her waist and was occasionally looking at her, wondering what she was thinking about.
Jack squeezed her hand, telling her silently that he would be there for her.
"Ah, Rose, that would be a nice dress for you," Ruth's voice interrupted the silence.
Indeed they had neared a shop. Lettice quickly went inside, dragging Ella with her.
"You want to go too?" Jack asked Rose, who stood frozen in place, probably remembering what had happened the last time. Despite it being some time ago already that she had worked for this woman, she couldn't forget it.
Rose shook her head.
Jack knew what she wanted to say, but didn't have the strength too and just put his arms around her. Ruth however, standing beside them, found she needed to straighten her point. Her daughter was making an incredible mistake.
"Rose has always been so diplomatic. You see, Mr Dawson, she knows quite well that you can't effort anything in there, but she's going to spare you the likes of being put into an awkward situation," Ruth told him in her contempt belittling kind of voice.
Jack, who noted Rose tensing in his embrace, decided not to comment on it, just giving her a smile kiss on her forehead, leading her to sit on a nearby bench.
Ruth clenched her fists.
When Lettice, Roger and Ella returned they went on to get something to eat. Roger, wanting to show everyone what he had got, told them that he would pay for everything.
Rose was still quiet, feeling Roger staring at her. Now even Ruth was worried about her daughter.
Hadn't she been laughing happily at breakfast?
"Rose, is everything alright with you?"
Rose looked up at her mother; Jack was holding her hand under the table. Her mother was being concerned about her? Now this for sure was something new to her.
"No," she said shaking her head. "I think, I just need some fresh water," she moved up from the table.
Jack stood up too.
"I come with you."
"No, please, I'll be alright. Please, everyone sit down again and don't stress yourself."
With Rose away Ruth was again glaring at Jack. It was his fault that her daughter was behaving like this.
Roger looked over to where Rose had disappeared; a smile appeared on his face and his decided that it was time to put his plan in order.
"I'll be right back; I just have an important call to make."
He knew he had to find her fast and get to the point soon, because Jack would for sure be looking for them in time. Certainly Jack didn't trust him.
Luckily he saw her coming out of the ladies restroom, the second he had sat his feet inside.
"Feeling better, my dear Lygia?"
Rose looked up at him with questioning eyes.
What are you doing here?
"I told them I needed to make a phone call. But well…you see in reality I want to help you."
"I'm not going to leave Jack," she announced shoving his arm away.
"Who talks about this? No, really, I'm married as well. What do you think of me?" he asked in a voice as if he didn't know. "All I'm talking about is one night you grant me. I'm aching for it," to emphasize this he put a hand to his broken heart. "And in return I've Mrs Pearson give you back the diamond."
Rose's eyes went wide in surprise as she realized that he knew everything.
"I heard you talking once with him and then I went to her and she confirmed everything. I really like you, Rose and I don't want to see you hurt," he went on, moving his hand up her right arm.
Rose instantly jumped back.
"You're sick," was all she said quickly hurrying outside again.
Roger leaned against the wall next to him, starting to laugh out loud.
"Maybe, but you shouldn't mess up with me."
He was sure that Rose wouldn't mention a word to Jack, just like she had never told him about her intimate relationship with him before. Life was almost perfect.